September 2022

Memories


memories are like
melting icicles
on a barn in Vermont,
colored red
on a country road
where the deer run 
near the beaver ponds,
as the years slip by 
and the seasons change,
like a clock in motion
a sundial at work
in the time of our lives.

Time


Falling Leaves
summer’s end,
it’s the changing time,
the spinning of the earth,
the movement of planets:
like the river,
time flows on,
carrying the fall leaves,
shaping the crystals of winter,
signaling the time for the snow to fall:
days and nights,
nights and days:
time is a train,
traveling to destinations
near and far,
to places unknown.

Paddling

We are time travelers,
paddling down
A river of no return,
Turning the pages
of old calendars,
gliding through space,
into fresh waters,
paddling on faith:
we commit to the river.